"Good evening...

[The Dust Bunnies]

To all of The Sith Order. Our king brings you tidings of merry yule and..."

The dust bunny reading the paper reaches out and slaps the one standing next to him.

"You gave me the wrong paper, you flea wheel!" The dust bunny hissed.

"Hey, its not my fault that..."
"Here it is!"

The two dust bunnies simultaneously smack the third upside the head.

"Fuggin moron"

*Ahrummem* "As I was saying... the King wishes to extend greetings, and hopes that he can be of service sometime. Perhaps, in due time, you could visit us?"

[Lady Vader]

ummm... yeah... sure... I think...

*LV turns to some other passing TSO members and whispers*

didn't we just dust this place?

[Live Wire]

riiiiiiiight!

[Jeseth Cloak]

You DO bring riches to offer us, DON'T YOU?

[Darth Viscera]

my cat is coughing